Your secret is out.
So, I decided to go on a Fat Guy Hike today. It’s just an excuse for me to go out on the trails around here that I remember from years ago, and take pictures.
Today I learned how waterproof my boots are. Somewhere between the top of my boot and my knee there is a leak somewhere.
Let’s play “I Spy.”
This is what I saw and knew I had to get across the creek to the other side just to get a photo of this, but there is no way across to the other side of the creek. Well, there are wet logs covered in moss. I’m pretty sure I can walk across them without slipping.
Yup, that didn’t happen. So, frustratedI climbed back up the creek soaked and covered in mud from the knees down.
Can’t see what I was going after? Here’s a cropped version.
It’s our newest member.
Now I can film all those extreme sports I don’t do.
Because this will never get old.
‘Twas one month before Christmas and all through the night
Emily’s snowman said “something’s not right!”
The patio chairs were beginning to drip,
The concrete was slippery and someone could slip.
The humans were nestled all snug in the house
But he had no friends, not even a mouse!
The barbeque’s covered, the bike’s in the shed,
He couldn’t find his bucket – it wasn’t on his head!
The snowman was lonely and said with misery
“I wish for a friend to come and save me”
And what to his wondering eyes did appear
But a man on a bicycle; his smile filled with cheer.
He was dressed in all rainbows – not at all plain,
And he knew in an instant that this must be Shayne!
A bucket of joy he had flung on his back
and he looked just like Santa with a lot less fat.
“A bottle of wine? Do you think I’m an elf?”
Said the snowman to Shayne, in spite of himself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
The snowman was left with a bottle instead.
“Hester Creek wine? What am I to do with this?
My arms melted off with nary a hiss!
What am I to do when the snow fin’lly melts?
It’s not like I’m Tyson with a beardy pelt!”
“Snowmen get cold in the winter you know
Especially when warmer winds begin to blow.
At least I have this back – my trusty red pail
As the weather gets warmer and I become frail.”
“Oh, Shayne you have saved me, a lowly snowman
Even if you are just a banana-loving human.”
As Shayne left on his bicycle the rear wheel flashed
But the snowman was thankful ’cause he soon would be trashed.”
As some of you may know I’m been haunted by Tyson’s doppelgänger. On Friday night when I went to the Seahorse to see Carmen Townsend play (click that link, she’s quite good) I ran into fake-Tyson at the door and then the pool table. Before I could ask if he and his buddy wanted to play doubles on the next game he took off to go play a set with his band.
This got shared on Live105’s facebook last night and… if there was anything worth me trying to remember the password to this blog for? It was sharing this movie:
Bonus points: he was wearing that sweater at the Seahorse and took it off half way through the set. I have pictures if you want to see.